Posts Tagged With ‘anger’

On the TV series, Elementary, Sherlock Holmes explains to Agatha why he cannot donate his sperm so she can have a baby with his DNA and, hopefully, his gifts. Sherlock: You’re right. I am… remarkable. That’s precisely why I can’t help you. Agatha: What does being amazing have to do… […]

The comment stream on Youtube for Frida Snell’s cover of the Smashing Pumpkins’ Bullet With Butterfly Wings is a bit of a battleground. Snell’s flat, seemingly emotionless delivery and the arrangement’s strained lethargy is a rather complete juxtaposition to the Pumpkins’ metallic growl of anger. People often get verbally violent […]

Truth is a bit of a scary concept to me, and an even more disturbing quantity when wielded by the minds of any but the truly enlightened. Whenever I find myself speaking capitol “T” truths, it’s time to get off at the next exit, or at least find a rest […]

If you feel hatred, feel the anger that powers it. If you feel anger, feel the fear that motivates it. If you feel fear, feel the pain that underlies it. If you feel pain, heal the part of you that feels it. Pain is the crucible in which all […]

When I choose to live in my fear, my anger, my hate I see the world through eyes that fear I hear the song of anger in every note I taste hatred as if all sustenance were the bitterest root In my mind I place the world of power, control […]

It is through our perception of this realm of manifestation And our will to reason about all we perceive That we learn to believe in opposites. Beauty & Ugliness Love & Hatred Good & Evil Only words. Only names for the unnameable. The concepts they speak of, Only manifestations of […]

Staci’s poem, Be Silent ~ Be True ~ Just Be put this song into my head, where it stuck, begging a journey to YouTube while fiddling with internet tasks. In a long list of renditions there, this recording stood out. It’s quieter than the original studio recording, purer, with just […]

I was digging into Stephen Mitchell‘s The Second Book of the Dao one day back in January (over a lovely Red Snapper Soup @ Granville Island) when a passage in the second chapter inspired the following poem. Before and After Before sorrow, longing Before longing, anger Before anger, pain Before […]

I started a post about courage, featuring this song, a couple or three weeks ago. It’s still sitting in the drafts folder. The Tragically Hip are a favourite Canadian band from the late ’80s and early ’90s, a time when I, and many other Canadians, considered them the best rock […]

Peter is a pen name, as all the characters who post on this blog are. I am Patrick Jennings, and this is just one of several blogs I've created in the last couple decades. The most recent (and only active) one is Pix to Words, which features my own photographs as points of inspiration for writing, including short stories, travelogues, essays, poetry and other genres. Read more »